I never got a grip on penmanship Could never make the small L's flow Seldom found the trick to arith-a-metic Three plus two be faux, pas But ask for some palm trees Or tales from the South Seas And I just might turn your head ♪ I never had the clout to knock one out But hittin' is the name of my game Stranded on third as the coaches conferred So close to my first claim to fame Just give me that steal sign And I'll make home plate mine And I just might turn some heads But sometimes I may get a little drastic Sometimes I just let my feelin's show Maybe I can be a bit sarcastic (wha'?) But most times that's the way the story goes ♪ Hey, I know this Joe down in Mexico He went there to work on his tan For years, he's been plugged into blenders and songs They call him the Twelve Volt Man He don't need no charge card Just give him a Die Hard And he'll make sparks fly 'round your head Oh, just ask for some palm trees And tales from the South Seas And I'll make sparks fly 'round your head In your head ♪ In your head